We arrived in Tenacatita Bay at approximately 2:30 p.m. the same day we left Chamela (March 13). We anchored in Playa Boca de Iguanos close to the Jungle River entrance, got settled, relaxed, had some sundowners and enjoyed our lovely surroundings.
The following morning at 10:00 a.m. Rhumb Line picked us up after picking up Trumpeter and we headed for the saltwater mangroves for a jungle tour in Rhumb Line’s dinghy. This required us going toward shore through the surf, around a reef and past some sandbars before we could reach the mangroves.
As we neared the surf, with Joyce at the bow, Mick at the stern handling the motor, me and Anna on the port side and Gary and Michael on the starboard side, somehow a wave hit the boat just right catapulting all of us off the dinghy and turning it upside down. As we girls got back on our feet after flying through the air and into the water, totally soaked, the guys, also soaked turned the boat right side up quickly and we all jumped back on. Anna was in a bit of shock since she dislikes being submerged in water without being prepared for it. I was so happy that the dinghy didn’t hit me on top of my head, I barely noticed I was wet. Fortunately, Mick was able to get his motor started and we were able to go on.
If I was a local, I would sit right there on the beach with a camera and take photos of incoming dinghies. I would have happily paid for a picture of us flying through the air or even a small video of the entire spectacle. It is a perspective impossible to capture otherwise.
As we continued around the reef the first half mile or so was extremely shallow so we proceeded slowly as we dodged sandbars until we finally got into deeper water and headed up the narrow river. Mick still had to continue navigating carefully to steer clear of the protruding branches to avoid puncturing the dinghy.
Google picture of the entrance into the mangroves. Those little white specks are sailboats.
Images of huge crocodiles and anacondas were in our minds as we made our way through the dense vegetation, sometimes so dense we couldn’t see the sky, but none materialized, only exotic birds, red crabs and a baby crocodile.
We enjoyed a slow 2 hour ride through the mangroves to the lake at the end where we pulled the dinghy up on an embankement and then walked about 100 yards to Tenacatita Village. Tenacatita Village is built on a sandbar. On one side of this sandbar is the Mangrove Lake, on the other is the beach which is lined with palapa restaurants.
Mick, Anna, Michael, Gary and Joyce (left to right)
We walked up the street checking out the small tiendas, then walked back down on the beach side, played in the sand, had lunch, bought the most amazing chocolate flan from a beach vendor, and then slowly walked back to the dinghy and meandered our way back through the mangroves.
When we got back, it was low tide so although we didn’t hit any sandbars, near the end we all had to get out and carry the dinghy across one until we got to the beach and then managed to get passed the surf without capsizing.
Later that evening, after showering and making some banana bread (recipe compliments of Lori on Endless Summer II) which was the best I’ve ever made, Trumpeter picked us up and we went to Rhumb Line for movie night.
Our intention had been to spend at least one more day in Tenacatita but the following morning when Michael and I got up and turned the radio on, Trumpeter and Rhumb Line were already planning our departure. Trumpeter woke up and realized that it was Monday, not Sunday, and wanted to get to Barra de Navidad to begin the repair process on their propeller shaft. So, we all left early in the morning on March 15 and headed to Melaque / Barra de Navidad.